Tights: Forever 21
Shoes: Forever 21
I still don't feel 30, whatever that means.
I was 3 years old when my mom turned 30, that stuff is the weird stuff to think about. It gives me the distinct feeling of being "behind" on my life plan. I know that all lives are different and its not actually true that I'm "behind," but ugh, you all should know by now that even the perception of not being at the forefront of life is really bothersome to me.
I don't know what this decade will bring, but I will say this: I hope that by the time I'm 40, Scott & I have been able to jettison California for good and have moved to Oregon. This is something I've wanted for several years already -- and while I am happy to stay in California right now (and be with my family here!), I really hope to ultimately end up back home, and 10 years seems like a good amount of time for figuring out how to do that (and hopefully take California family with us). I would say that this is my greatest wish for my next decade, but I'm not sure it is. Right now it feels like it might be, but I don't want to fully go there. So instead, for now, lets just say: here's to another decade of awesome. ★